I started Weight Watchers again this week, partly for myself (reluctantly) and partly to support my partner, who is more ready than I to be committed to it. This is the sixth or seventh or eighth time I'm joined WW. The last time, two or three years ago, I lost 30 pounds, which I have gained back, of course.
We'll see. I don't plan to be a zealot. I'm thinking two days on, one day off, something like that. Today is off. I made us French toast for breakfast, but I cut proportions -- only three slices of center-cut bacon and five halves of bread each, as compared to God-knows how many. A small step, but an important one.
And now while the flounder fillets are thawing out (I hope) in a sink full of cold water in the kitchen, I'm going to go make myself cocktail. A whiskey side car tonight, and a double -- 2 ounces of Jameson 12-year-old Irish whiskey, 1 ounce of Cointreau, and a scant ounce of fresh lemon juice. Yum.
